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Look at all those happy smiling oriental faces, the colourful costumes, the delightful dancing, the precision marching, the fireworks, the buildings, the sheer scale of inventive entertainment…China is such a lovely place, isn’t it? Now, let’s get this straight, I love sport. Some world shattering events in Beijing misted my eyes. But I am a… Know More
Those of you who are regular readers of this weekly blog will know that I spend time in both Ghana and France during the year. This toing and froing is punctuated by management consultancy work in the UK, or the little I restrict myself to these days. Currently I am in France in my Pyrennean… Know More
Back in the sixties when Timothy Leary held an influential sway on new social possibilities and we wore Loons and mini skirts to advertise it, we also brushed against religion with our growing, mystical wings. The influence of Alan Watts’ Zen translations was strong on me. I remember an aphoristic question of the time, or… Know More
It is said that the beat of a butterfly’s wing may eventually precipitate a hurricane, ten thousand miles away. Everything is connected. Similarly, the food thrown away by the average family in some parts of the world, now results in the deaths of families at similar distances removed. However you examine it, life is being… Know More
In the 60s when I started work, there was a kind of hemp-stained anarchic change in the air. Having been in both Paris and London in 1968 and witnessed and to some extent been part of the student revolution; on the run from French and Belgian police in the former and participating in sit-ins in… Know More
I began my interest in science fiction when I was about twelve. I had lived in a small village near Durham called Shadforth and went to primary school there. There were around thirty children in the school and one and a half teachers. Maybe having a half teacher gave me the necessary sense of ambiguity… Know More
I said in the last blog that I would focus a little bit more on how God infiltrates every aspect of Ghanaian culture. The evangelicals are here with a vengeance. Churches are springing up everywhere and there are some extremely gold-laden pastors, as business class passengers may have noticed on flights to Britain for the… Know More
Place names everywhere can be fascinating when they tell a story or refer to a mystery. On the other hand (as in the UK) they can be a clogged-up banality of flowers, trees and shrubs. Laburnum Groves and Avenues, Oak Streets, Ash Drives and the like may have had a cache when the empire-building middle… Know More
Being three and a half thousand miles away from the UK seems as nought when I tune in to BBC World News, here in Ghana, and catch the weather forecast and the politics. It is true that the further you are away from the culture that helped define you, the more you see how trivialising… Know More